Item: Sorry, other decades, but the Eighties have you beat for running music.

Item: More than twenty years later, I finally figure out that in the first line of Shriekback's "The Bastard Sons of Enoch"--Cain looked at the angel and said, "Fuck you, screw."--that ultimate word "screw" is a direct address to the angel, and not a little extra random cursing. Sometimes I'm slow.

Item: Small syncronistic reasons for gratitude: When the random shuffle on my running mix kicks up Iggy Pop's "Wild Child" as I'm hitting the last hundred yards to the top of the biggest hill on my route. And then once I get there with the music to power me up, I can run as fast as I can down the other side.

Here is the view from the top of the third-biggest hill. It's the only one with a view, alas.



Item: 9.5 miles in 1:43 this morning. Now I get pie.